Arf shook her head as she wined pathetically. This wasn't Fate's fault at all. This was... this was her own fault. A master can't be held responsible for the acts of a foolish familiar.

"No... from before... no link... the milk... the vampir--" And she yelped again, but it wasn't loud enough to cover up the sound of bone cracking. Shaking in intense pain, Arf's legs gave out and she collapsed onto Fate.

"Love... you... F-fate..."

It hurt so much to say those words, forced from her throat as she couldn't move her jaw anymore as it sagged, held on by the skin alone. And then that ripped, white-hot pain exploding in Arf's vision before she passed out from the pain, bleeding too fast for there to be a chance to save the wolf.